My sailboat is called Felicity Jane after my friend Jane who has had such a wonderful impact on my self-esteem and made me feel loved and appreciated by the younger generation.
I didn't like the name on the boat when I got her, Felicidad. I'm not any of those espanish flavors and I am very sensitive about the gender issues and that's I think masculine, if it is not why does it end in dad?
So I changed it with a bit of sandpaper, sanding out the offending d-a-d and making the t and then y on the end with a little bottle of Testors white enamel, so it said Felicity and then later on , after going through some bridges where you have to call on the radio and then identify your vessel for the bridge operator and I thought it was too many sibilants so I added the Jane to make the sound balance better. Felicity Jane.
Turns out there was a boat way back in the 50s called Felicity Ann which an Englishwoman, Ann Davison, sailed, albeit clumsily, across the Atlantic becoming the first woman to make the crossing solo. There was a guy recently whose boat sank off the Canaries and drifted to Barbados in a leaky round life-raft faster than Ms Young in her 24 foot wooden sloop. To be fair, this was in the days before self-steering gear, and Felicity Ann wouldn't track with the helm tied to the jib so Miss Davison sailed during daylight and hove-to at night to sleep.
So I am in good company
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